He sees what I can't (A Luke hemmings fan fiction)

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The principal stared me down with cold eyes, assessing my attitude. I'm sure she didn't like what she saw because I was pissed and didn't even try to hide the dominant feeling.

"So.. " she began as I focused on the one misplaced strand atop her pinned back hair.

Fuck this.

"Miss..?

"Ellie." I replied for what must have been the fifth time since I arrived at this shit show.

"You're from where?" She asked staring at the piece of paper holding exactly that information. I wanted to wipe that condescending look off of her plain looking face.

" New Jersey" I sighed never breaking contact with those piercing eyes.

"Well here's your schedule, welcome to St. Paul's and if you need anything come see me," she concluded In an uninteresting tone. I literally couldn't give less shits about the words that crossed her pursed lips.

I nodded, grabbing the sheet of paper and sauntering out of the room, my ugly plaid skirt swinging side to side. I hate it here already.

This is so weird. England is strange. I miss my few, but lovely, friends. I miss America. I miss not having uniforms. But as long as dads boss is happy I'm happy too right?

Wrong.

So very wrong

I kneed my locker angrily, not being able to open the damn thing. I heard a child like giggle beside me and glanced up at a, no doubt attractive, boy looking at me with warm light green/ blue eyes . He smirked into his open locker as if he wasn't laughing at me.

"Need some help love?" He managed to mutter into his locker trying so very hard not to laugh.

"Nope I'm doing great!" I sarcastically remarked sighing in success as the metal door swung open. He looked at me, his hands full of books and balanced them on one raised knee, whilst reaching out for my hand. I grabbed it forcefully trying to keep my tough act going.

"Michael, " he said while bobbing our hands up and down.

"Ellie" I responded without to much of a smile. He seemed taken aback by my accent but after the bell rang he turned the other way with a single," Shit I'm late," and a wave.

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I lost my way to math, first period of course. Being late is a great way to get even more attention during highschool, especially when you're new. As if we were In fifth grade the teacher brought me up for maximum humiliation. She went through the whole "American new student, you should help her when she needs and take care of her" thing. She gave me a desk towards the back of the room and I hurried down the isle of strangers, my wide hips collided with a tired looking boys desk, rattling the surface and sending his water bottle plummeting downward. I whispered a slightly high pitched sorry and he gazed up at me but before i got the chance to take in his features, I sat down forcefully. Due to a failed attempt at lowering the amount of time the class spent staring at me, and knocked over my books loudly. I mumbled an apology as I picked up the scattered note books and lowered my eyes, ignoring each student that peered at me.

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The class ended and I bolted into the large hallways searching for someone familiar until I realized I wasn't at my old school, we were thousands of miles away from them and I knew no one. Great now I'm Stuck in a practical mosh pit of a hallway, my locker is a light year away from my next class on the opposite side of the school. Cheers

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A/N. sorry if it sucks. Feel free to give advice and tell me what you think should happen or what I can change! Thank you so much for reading:)